Suicide Aside

You took Nita, Brown and Samuel
My love, friend and only brother
You are the worst of all evil
Watch a man fall to his own demise
One slit the wrist, wired the other’s neck
How hungry you must be for innocence
Sorry, I sold mine since the first lost.

First, thirst is a gift to all creation
Death and breath have something in common
One ends the fun, the other a fresh run
What you find in death scenes have no relation
Poison, blood, body or even a heart denied love
You do not find my prints or clues about me
On what grounds do you lay your fingers?
On what grounds would you love to be buried?

Victor Oyedele